FORLORN NIGHTS OF SPRING
I am his siren, and I sing out for him; FORLORN NIGHTS OF SPRING is a collection of poetry. © 2017-2018 ally maková, all rights reserved.
I am his siren, and I sing out for him; FORLORN NIGHTS OF SPRING is a collection of poetry. © 2017-2018 ally maková, all rights reserved.
Here you will find a vast collection of story type riddles. These stories are "scary when you know the meaning". Can you find the creepy hidden meaning in each one? welcome to the unknown...Detective. May the odds be ever in your favor. HAHAHAHAHA
• she was friends with everyone but nobody ever wanted to be friends with her • #peopleofsociety highest rank - #4 - semi-romance
❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]
A compilation of short poems and quotes written by yours truly. Highest: #1 in poetry All Rights Reserved © John Schorwinson 2017 Marvellous cover made by @soundthealarm
❝This is the love I fail to say. One that caused him to go away, for our love was never made to stay.❞ - all of the poems are mine :) #1 in Poetry 26/05/17 ! Thank you for reading♡ New book 'Everything You Never Knew' is out!
Compilation of dark poems. - Trigger Warning. Highest Rankings: Poetry #24 Short Story #44 (7·07·14)
Filled with sad sayings and quotes. Warning: you'll probably feel sad. Read at your own risk **None of these quotes/sayings are written by me unless stated otherwise** ☻ I'm always here if u need someone to talk to, just message me :) [Highest Rank in Poetry: #1 as of 12/9/2016] ♚♚♚
lo·cu·tion ləˈkyo͞oSH(ə)n/ (n.) " a particular form of expression;" 《 a collection of poems and prose. 》 highest rank - #7 in Poetry ♡ #3 in Prose ♡
poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry
Teenagers hide. They hide behind masks, facades that keep them safe. Masks that society approves of. But masks only hide who you truly are. [ #thepeopleofsociety ] © LuCaBeLLe
"why are you here?" he whispered into the darkness. "because i can't sleep, and the darkness is more welcoming than my bed." she whispered back. "how about you?" "the stars." was his only answer, and they let the wind carry out their conversation. [lowercase intended]
What has pushed you to believe taking your life is the answer? Are you really going to do it? What happens when death isn't as peaceful as you expected? What if a Reaper gives you something of an ultimatum? Witness first-hand what your death has brought to those around you, or remain wandering as a lost soul until you...